Introduction

Though I am only a young University student, I have struggles. Everyone does. To admit to not having struggles is like admitting that there is no evil in the world when, with evidence, the nature of evil does in fact exist. History claims genocide's, world wars, revolutions; and all this couldn't exist with the presence of evil.

But my struggles are nothing like the ones history claims. I was not alive during the world war, I was not there when the Rwanda Genocide took place, and I do not know what it is like to fight against a greater evil power.

To introduce myself is to give my identity, and I would rather just use this blog as a way to let out my voice and speak. However I shall give some information to you for you to know your speaker a little bit.

I'm a University student studying English. My grammar is horrible, my punctuation is the worst and I have difficulties with writing in active voice. However, I did not pursue the study of English because of those details. I pursued this line of education because I wanted to gain knowledge about literature.

Why? I love literature. Every detail. Every aspect. I grew up with an understanding that stories thrive from one core; society. Since literature, and modern age books, were the only aspect I could truly admire in any group of individuals, I grew up reading and fantasizing my own journeys. One day, it would be a pleasure to be a an author.

But why do I want to be an author? Certainly there are more appropriate careers with a better, more sustainable pay check. I do not want to be an author for the paycheck, I want to be an author because of my creative mind and because I love to write.

Sometimes, I walk down the road, and a random idea for a book will jump into my head. I do not know where these ideas come from, or why they come when they do. All I know is that at any time and at any place, it will occur.

My passion for writing began as a child. I would read Nancy Drew books all summer instead of going to camp, and wrote random stories instead of doing my homework during the school year. As I grew, my intimate love for writing grew too. In grade eight I wrote a children's story about an puppy loosing its mother and finding a home. My teacher, with a smile on her face, praised the story.

In grade nine, our class was given the task in English class to write a short story. My short story was about a teenager who was solving a mystery (though at this time I no longer own a copy or remember much about the story. I do remember, however, that she had to stop a train from bashing into a station). My teacher said, several days after we had handed it in, that my story was by far the best and that everyone should read it.

Again in grade twelve, I wrote a short story. This time, I grasped the emotions of a child going through mental abuse from his peers, and what he was thinking at his last moments before jumping to his doom. The story flashed back to what had happened to create this mindset, and at the end before the boy was to jump, he started reciting out loud all his future plans had been. With each item he spoke, he took steps away from the ledge and walked home.

Which brings me to where I am now; struggling to write and create a larger picture. As an author, I one day hope to bring new genre's into this society and demonstrate new kinds of protagonists.

But there was one more reason why I wrote often. At school, it was hard for me to come by friends. As a unique individual with different perspectives and a unique taste, people would treat me like I was an infection. "If only I could be like them," I would think, "if only they could see me." But all the wishing in the world did not make those statements true.

Which brings me back to where I started, struggles. The point of this blog is to reach out other people who feel the same way. To open my mouth and produce a voice, to understand my problems and relate to other people. This is for all those who have been labelled as misifts.

As a Christian I do not intend to preach, for my goal is not to sit here and lecture but to speak about the truth of today, and listen though I may be speaking at the same time. But each blog will close with a verse for anyone who would like encouragement, for anyone who would like a prayer.

I will be posting every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday started tomorrow. The topics may change, one day it may be school and the next post may be about peer problems. Sometimes, I may stray and go fan girlish for a little bit.

Either way, to anyone who will be reading this, I offer my encouragement to any struggle that may be pulling you down in your life right now.

Verse
Proverbs 3:5-6: Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;  in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight.